It’s that ‘limerick’ time again, and I had fun writing this collection for the day created especially for moms! I hope you find them delightful, but a couple are less delightful and more factual. Enjoy!
Unselfish
She is a classy, lovely mother Who puts herself last behind others Their care comes first Health, hunger, or thirst They love her – daughter and brother.
Summer
How special to become a mother Devoted but not to smother To love and raise Till the end of her days Mothers are the essence of summer!
Special Day
The special day comes every year But not all hold their mothers dear Words that criticize Make tears leak from eyes Sad those hearts didn’t hold their babes near
Smiles and Giggles
What a miracle to be a mom Caring for babes with a heart of calm Relish in their smiles And giggles heard for miles Music to a mother’s ear, a balm.
Not Fragile
Mothers are an exceptional class Their work ethic no one can surpass Cooking and cleaning Diapering and weaning They are strong, not fragile like glass!
Warrior Soul
Caring for her children is her role Keeping them safe and happy is her goal A multitasker Sought after Her skills are plenty, a warrior soul!
DNA
DNA does not a mother make DNA may produce a mother fake Who only thinks of herself Baby’s needs on the shelf Baby’s life unimportant and at stake.
Flair
A mother’s talents are exhaustible But clearly, they are not implausible Many balls in the air She juggles with flair Her demeanor is surely laudable!
Golden Worth
A mother’s love comes from her heart That blooms and glows right from the start Cradling at birth A golden worth She’ll give her All to do her part!
Do you have a favorite or two? 😁 Happy Mother’s Day Weekend to all the loving and unselfish moms who have hearts of gold, and to the moms who have left our world, but who live in our hearts. I’m thinking of my mom and mother-in-law, Doris and Diane. 🩷🌷
Thank you for visiting, and I wish you a sunshiny weekend!❤️
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I’m thrilled to share that my poem “Burdens to Buoyancy” is published on Gobblers & Masticadores today! Thank you to Manuela Timofte for believing in my workand providing the opportunity to be a monthly contributor to her literary site. I am in the company of so many talented writers. Thanks again, Manuela!
Burdens to Buoyancy
Stones of burdens can seem like pebbles barely tripping us up in our routines, but sometimes, they’re boulder massive, sliding us deeply into our heads when the need to escape from our own selves becomes vital for our sanity.
We pause in our footsteps, holding our breath, fighting tears pushing as fiercely as a category five…
The rest of the poem can be read here, and as always, a BIG THANKS to all of you for your wonderful support!
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My latest collection of poetry, touching on nature, love, and the mysteries of life that would make a great for any holiday! Click on the image for your copy. Thank you! 💚
Last Friday, I took myself for a leisurely drive on the country roads to one of our favorite, charming towns, Pt. Reyes Station – about a 45-minute drive. At this time of year, the hills are velvety green, the sky a vivid bright blue, and the clouds looked soft and cottony – a gorgeous day! Upon arrival early enough for ample parking, I found a spot close to Toby’s Coffee Cart that called out to me when I got out of my car! I had to get a chai tea latte, and then I sat at a cute orange table and enjoyed the sweet and spicy drink. While I watched people pass by, listening to the sounds – chatter, laughter, dogs barking, and birds singing – a poem was brewing. Are you surprised? 🙂
Shopping was inevitable – I found a white beaded bracelet signifying tranquility and a new book. I don’t need more books! But I can’t walk by a book store and not peruse its treasures, let alone, find a treasure that I have to read! Why We Swim by Bonnie Tsui caught my eye because I’ve always loved swimming, and growing up, we had a pool in our backyard. Diving to touch the drain, pretending to be a mermaid, swimming laps, and playing Marco Polo with family and friends are some of the great memories!
At the end of my Pt. Reyes visit,taking photos was on the agenda. How could it not be? I hope you enjoy the beautiful scenery and the fun poem!
Blues and Greens just for Me
A day for me and me alone With my thoughts we will roam Lovely country roads we’ll drive Lined with yellow blooms to thrive Rolling hills in emerald bright Velvet touch, a stunning sight Shops to wander, trinkets entice Sipping chai, a relaxing sigh Flora and fauna all around Camera in hand, photos abound Memories made for me alone A day for me to freely roam
Just like sunrises and sunsets, there is no such thing as ‘too many sky photos!’Old barns captivate me! An inviting Zen garden.I’ve never mastered selfies!
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My latest collection of poetry, touching on nature, love, and the mysteries of life that would make a great for any holiday! Click on the image for your copy. Thank you! 💚
How did naiveté slide into her veins? Why were those vessels so accommodating? She had listened intently to his persuasive syllables as they rolled like a lover’s ballad carried on summer’s breeze. They purported to express his love and devotion to her. Hence, the cadence of her heartbeat simulated gentle ocean waves ebbing and flowing beneath a robin egg blue sky. Her mind fuzzy like a delicious wine buzz because that’s what the power of love is capable of, mesmerizing her before his promises landed hard in the branches of the trees, stabbed in retaliation.
How did naiveté leech into her blood transforming its crimson red to a faded replica of weakness? The mirror hanging on the back of her door exposes a reflection of despair, unrecognizable. Yet, she understands the breadth of her situation, but when will the difference between humanity and an arresting performance reveal itself? When will the language flow like a lover’s ballad on summer’s breeze embracing her with warmth and security of compassion and honesty? Or is this simply a dream so far-removed from her reach?
Time mystifies, but with its magical means, her mind has awakened to reality. She releases a sigh of relief, realizing her heart is devoid of fissures. Never again will she place her golden treasure in danger of breaking. She has rid his presence from her precious sunrises. The panacea was inside her all along – a shifting from low self-esteem to self-assurance, an enlightening altering of what she desires for her tomorrows.
The longing in her soul pulses to witness butterflies flutter by again, and deer casually stroll down her street. To witness hummingbirds seeking out soft petals, evoking memories of her beloved mother. It’s not as though butterflies never visited her garden, or deer never strolled by her home, and it’s not like hummingbirds avoided visiting for a sip from her pink geraniums. She just never permitted herself to observe the beauty because her heart became preoccupied, and he was undeserving of its loyalty, frequently opining his needs and unconcerned with hers.
But now she shows great sagacity in making changes after declaring to her reflection in the mirror of what life offers. All she needs to do is invite life in. So, let the chirp of birds echo – delightful sounds of joy outside her window – and let deer stroll in their graceful manners. Let the wind blow, the mountains call, and the waterfalls fall, because blood in her veins now flows rich crimson red!
and this sunny, Monday morning, I’m sharing a poem from my book, Ever So Gently. If you’ve already read it, I hope you don’t mind a repeat. 🙂 This poem was inspired from one of our lake trips in the Sierra Mountains…
The First Morning
Our eyes open to chirps from high in the fir trees, and we hear the rustle of a skittering squirrel. The evening before, every creature became silent as darkness sank into the evening. But this morning, with sunlight caressing the lake, we walk the few steps to calm water, nestle into our chairs and slowly sip our coffee. We listen. Peace. Cottony clouds drift by. We want to move into them, feel their softness enfold us. They shift with the grace of a swan. Ripples shimmer above sand. Art in clear water. And this is when we watch morning happen…
Recently, I listened to the new album by Kacey Musgraves. For those of you who aren’t familiar with her, she’s a country singer with a clear voice that soothes as smooth as honey. Her voice has been described by loyal fans as a mother singing sweetly to her baby. I liked the album, but a few songs stood out and one is “Deeper Well.” It touches on letting go of people and habits that hinder us from becoming the best versions of ourselves. I hope you enjoy the song.
Deeper Well by Kacey Musgraves
My Saturn has returned When I turned twenty-seven Everything started to change
Took a long time, but I learned There’s two kinds of people, one is a giver And one’s always tryin’ to take All they can take
So I’m sayin’ goodbye to the people That I feel are real good at wastin’ my time No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe You go your way and I’ll go mine It’s been a real good time But you got dark energy, somethin’ I can’t unsee And I’ve got to take care of myself I found a deeper well
I used to wake and bake Roll out of bed, hit the gravity bong that I made And start the day For a while, it got me by Everything I did seemed better when I was high I don’t know why
So I’m gettin’ rid of the habits that I feel Are real good at wastin’ my time No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe It’s natural when things lose their shine So other things can glow I’ve gotten older now, I know How to take care of myself I found a deeper well
When I was growing up We had what we needed, shoes on our feet But the world was as flat as a plate And that’s okay
The things I was taught only took me so far Had to figure the rest out myself And then I found I found a deeper well
After listening to the lyrics, I was reminded of my father-in-law who saw the good in everyone. I try to do the same, but some people make it more challenging. And age is irrelevant because people who dim the lights in our worlds cross our paths in different phases of our lives. Discerning the truth may happen sooner, or it might take a little longer. But it’s a healthy realization because life is too short. We never know what tomorrow will bring. So, why waste it dealing with people who push us down?
So I’m sayin’ goodbye to the people that I feel are real good at wastin’ my time.
The same thing applies to habits, but breaking habits is easier said than done. And yet, why waste the days doing things that aren’t beneficial to our well-being?
So I’m gettin’ rid of the habits that I feel are real good at wastin’ my time.
I don’t pay close attention to celebrities personal lives, but I heard through the grapevine that Kacey has lived through some emotionally tough times. So, the lyrics are about starting new, starting fresh, and shedding anyone who doesn’t help move her forward in a positive manner. They’re about shedding habits that prevent her from living a healthy life so she can stay focused. The notion of self-care is nothing new, but it’s certainly ongoing. It’s infinite as the years fly by, whether we’re single, married, in a relationship, young, middle-aged, or older. Confidence should be worn on our sleeves instead of erratic emotions to keep our personal spaces sacred and to live each day in ways that will initiate a ‘Thank you’ from our minds and bodies. I couldn’t help but write more limericks…
To Better Our Lives
Some people appear to be the very best But with each day, we are put to the test Words become nothing Actions become something Triggering our minds and hearts to stress.
Decisions are reached to better our lives Time to exterminate negative vibes Personas fake as fur Relations to deter Circumstances guiding towards kinder tribes.
Living under a Clear Sky
Habits entice to some like bourbon on ice They have one goal in mind and it isn’t nice constant brain fog living in smog Are you willing to pay the steep price?
Break the stubborn habit and break it good So you can make the most of your adulthood Stay focused with verve To you, you will serve Deep down inside, you knew you could!
Do you remember the coloring that I attempted month’s ago? It’s from a book titled, “Let that Sh*t Go!” which ties into this post. This fun little book by Monica Sweeney packs in an abundance of wisdom (some four-letter words included), along with adult coloring, as you can see. Well, I finally finished and here is the result:
It’s not a work of perfection, but it’s definitely cheerful, and the process was fun!
What did you think about the song? Did this post resonate? Did a limerick stand out for you? Cheers to Letting Go, Self-Care, and Creativity, andmore awareness to people who try to steal the light from our worlds. Thanks for popping in!I appreciate you! ❤️🩷🧡💜💙
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 